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Originally Posted by Flash@TMB  Once when Doug and I were cleaning up at 2am, there was this rumbling sound and it was the mop bucket. It rolled out from under the bar counter, made a right turn, rolled along to the the hatch, made another right turn, rolled down the step and onto the floor, rolled along to the centre of the room then tipped over onto it's side. Doug and I were at opposite ends of the room facing each other and frozen to the spot, we both saw the whole thing. The bucket was empty.
Another time as I came upstairs at 2am, and someone lobbed a bread knife at me. There was nobody else in the bar.
When the builders were in working over night in 2003 they heard an banging sound coming from somewhere around the stage. As they were telling me this someone went downstairs and opened and closed the keg cellar door (you need to slam it shut), this made the exact same sound. They both went pure white. |
The bread knife bit is a bit too scary for my liking... I don't think that being alone in the Moorings is a good idea in the slightest.